Villain Regressor

A man was sitting in a corner in front of a large book under a dimly glowing candle. Picking up his pen the man slowly brought his hand to the top of the white paper. Slowly he started to write on top of the paper, "Villain or a hero?" He dropped his pen down and turned his attention to his right. A Few tables away was an old man drinking his beer with a smile talking to an enchanting woman. The writer placed his belongings in his bag and slowly walked toward the duo and averted his attention as soon as the old man and the woman laid their eyes on him. He looked straight ahead at the bartender. "One Cold bounty," He ordered leaning on the counter. He acted as though both woman and the old man were invisible to his eyes. The two slightly paid attention to him and turned back to continue with their conversation. "I heard he killed earthlings in Nemper and released the slaves." "Heard it became a bloody mess. Are you perhaps from Nemper? " The man asked. "May I know who you are, bef

Garuda laying on the rough soil waited and waited until the corpses rained from the sky. At least, in this life, they all died quite the painless death, unlike the last time and he was grateful for that. He slowly crawled toward the corpse of his children. He couldn't even express if he was really sad or if his brain is signaling to him that he is obliged to be sad. So, he should act like he is."This is it huh?"He questioned looking at the dark sky.The earthlings began running out of the area riding their horses in fear.Boom!The loathed expelled a wave of energy.Garuda was never able to show emotion rather he was cursed since his birth as such he didn't know what was burdening him. Maybe this is what sorrow feels like? He didn't know rather he didn't want to know.He always had control over it or his emotions weren't humane enough. Some may think of it as a gift but for Garuda, it was a heavy burden, or he'd call it a scourge.He was not able to cry or get angry. He wasn't able

"This side please sir!"Photographers were surrounding him and the crowd was cheering him as he stood in the center of the road wearing a suit.He was a man straight out of painting. A prince out of a fairy tale, a man who seemed like he didn't belong to reality. It was Earth's greatest, the famous Necromancer Drakon.Drakon was portrayed as the greatest on earth. There were even comics, books, movies, Tv shows, and many more based on him. Before the convergence of evil, there was no such thing as Players or anomalies.The convergence of evil occurred two hundred years ago. It was the time when hell spawned in the lands of the earth. The Earth and a doomed planet merged by rifted pathways across the globe. The usage of the natural energy source of the earth has been tampered.It was a disastrous Era.Scientists couldn't find out proper scientific explanation for the surreal phenomenon. Usage of energy changed, they began to acclimate to the life force and channel it.The detriments of

A Novice certification exam is something that simply recognizes one as a novice who can get a standard license as a player. Until then a player can only use a Learners license.Every year over a hundred thousand Players participate in the exam around the world to be registered and receive a license to enter labyrinths and receive benefits from the Administrate of the Players.The Administrate of the Players is like the higher authority that administers the Players and the Axis.And the axis is an organization of Players that was initially built privately excluding the government. It was meant to be an alliance of players. But for security and protection of law and order, the government asked for cooperation.Though the power held by the Government wasn't almighty to control every player. They still managed to reduce crime rates.Beads of sweat slowly slid down his face and dropped down from his chin. The winds fluttered his semi-long raven hair."Hah! Hah!"He breathed roughly grabbin

"Hehe! Food! Food! Come down,"The horse giggled excitedly as its eyes caught on the trio who stood on the towering staircase located about twenty feet away from the ground."Fuckin night horses, heard they try to mate with almost anything that moves." The clown commented as he gulped down his spit in fear as a chill ran up his spine.His legs shivered in fear so did Aghanda's? Yet they both unsheathed their weapons. Judging by their actions Garuda concluded that both the brothers are desperate to leave Abhorrenta. They didn't even have any proper equipment on them.Garuda on the other hand was similar but, he had a proper plan and necessary measures. He picked up a few pieces of equipment from his arsenal bag. First was a red powder.After spitting on his sword he began to coat it with the red powder. He then withdrew a crossbow from his bag and some red arrows whose edges seem to have already been coated with the red powder. Loading his mechanical crossbow he slowly descended the st